Infinite Survival: The winner takes all!

Li Ming has been observing this ant for a long time.

As for why he was so focused on an ant, in fact, he himself was not aware of this problem.

From the time the little ant was swept away by the rushing stream upstream to the time it struggled to climb onto the small stone where it temporarily stood, the whole process had taken about eight hours.

It is very strong and perseveres in searching for the way home and never gives up.

However, it was washed by the stream for more than a hundred meters, and the rain diluted the surrounding smell.

For this little ant, finding the way home becomes an almost impossible task unless a miracle happens.

An hour later, as the rain stopped, the stream water gradually became calm and thin.

The little ant began to explore cautiously and slowly moved towards the shore next to it.

It took great effort to climb ashore. Then, it looked around with a trace of confusion in its eyes, as if it was looking for the way to home.

After a brief hesitation, it finally decided to move to the left.

However, what it did not realize was that this direction was in the opposite direction of the nest.

After crawling for a distance, the little ant suddenly stopped.

Everything around it seemed so strange to it, without any familiar atmosphere.

Perhaps the little ant realized that he might have taken the wrong path, so he changed direction and continued to move forward.

However, this newly chosen path is still not the way back to its warm nest.

Time passed slowly like fine sand, and three hours went by in the blink of an eye. The long journey exhausted its physical strength, and its crawling speed slowed down significantly.

Perhaps out of the instinct for survival, or perhaps because it was unwilling to give up easily, it still continued on the wrong way home, moving forward tenaciously, step by step.

Finally, as the last bit of its strength was exhausted, it could no longer climb and fell beside a small stone...

I don’t know how long it took, but night gradually fell and the weak little ant felt a deep despair.

Although its tiny mind might not be able to truly understand the meaning of despair, it realized that it might never be able to find its way home as it was shrouded in endless darkness.

At this moment, suddenly, a ball of lavender, warm and bright light appeared next to it, quietly suspended in the air.

The little ant didn't know what this ball of light was, but a faint whisper sounded in its mind, driving it to do its best to get closer to the warm ball of light.

The soft halo emitted by the lavender light ball seemed to inject a bit of strength into the little ant, allowing it to restore some of its physical strength.

This indescribable wonderful feeling ignited the little ant's inner fighting spirit, making it move towards the ball of light more resolutely.

But the purple ball of light was neither too close nor too far away, always hovering in front of the little ant. But no matter how hard it crawled, it could not shorten the distance between it and the ball of light.

But in this dark and boundless world, how could the little ant give up easily?

This soft halo has become the only faith and hope in its heart.

Half an hour later, the little ant's strength was once again completely exhausted, and it fell powerlessly on a piece of wet and soft rotten leaves.

At this time, the purple ball of light stopped moving and slowly floated back, injecting a weak but precious power into the little ant.

Supported by this force, it struggled hard and finally stood up.

In this way, whenever the little ant exhausted its energy, the purple ball of light would always arrive as promised, injecting new vitality into it and becoming a solid backing and guiding light for it to continue moving forward.

After countless times of falling and struggling to get up, the night has quietly retreated, and the dawn light gently shines, bringing the dawn of hope for a new day.

At this moment, the whispers in the little ant's mind gradually became clearer, and its thoughts became clearer, as if the light of wisdom was shining in its mind, making it seem a lot smarter.

Huh? Why does the scene here look so familiar?

The little ant suddenly noticed something strange. It seemed to be the road he often traveled.

Immediately afterwards, many companions appeared in its sight, crawling out of the cave in front in an orderly manner.

It turns out that I have returned home without realizing it?

At this moment, the little ant couldn't help dancing with joy. It had no intention of exploring the reasons for its rapid improvement in vision. It just wanted to enjoy the pure joy of finally returning after going through so many hardships.

Soon, a companion approached and communicated with it. It was eager to tell the other party that it had met a god, and that the god had led it back home from a distant place.

However, its companions could not understand what it was saying at all. They simply nodded their heads and continued to look for food.

A trace of melancholy welled up in the little ant's heart, and it turned to look for the lavender light that had guided it back, but when it looked around, it found that the light had disappeared without a trace.

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Li Ming had long since awakened from his deep mental immersion, but at this moment, he was in unprecedented confusion, so much so that he did not respond to the calls of Cecily and others.

He once injected a tiny bit of power into the little ant. This seemingly insignificant act actually contained immeasurable and profound significance.

As a god, Li Ming is extremely sensitive to the consumption of his own divine power. Even the tiniest trace will not escape his perception.

But this time, while injecting power into the little ant, he did not feel any loss of divine power.

Then, a new question arises: where does the weak power that I bestowed on the little ant come from?

All power in the world can be traced back to its source, including the divine power he used, but this tiny bit of power was completely nowhere to be found, as if it appeared out of thin air.

After a long period of deep thought, the image of Asmon, the first L8-level demon who invaded the original world, suddenly flashed in Li Ming's mind.

In the desperate situation, Asmon seemed to have transformed into a god. Although he could barely sense his existence, he could not touch him, let alone launch an attack.

Then, a three-headed hellhound with an ethereal and terrifying aura appeared out of nowhere...

To this day, Li Ming still hasn't figured out the mystery behind this.

He was unable to trace the origin of the power of the illusory three-headed hellhound, but he was also very sure that this was not an effect that could be achieved by conventional means such as sacrifice.

"Little man? Why don't you say anything, little man?"

Cecily's urgent and anxious call instantly brought Li Ming's thoughts back to reality from afar.

He quickly responded: "I'm here, what's up?"

"You're still asking me why you lost consciousness again? I called you for a long time and you didn't respond." Cecily breathed a sigh of relief, her tone revealing a hint of helplessness.

"Uh... I'm fine. I was just thinking about the inner meaning of the game 'Top of the Statue of God.'" Li Ming didn't know how to explain it.